The streets were called her home

She lived there all alone

Her bread was nearly gone

Yet, humble was her heart

'twas made of gold and warmth

One fateful day, she needed to depart

And the stars were bright

on this winter night

like one hundred thousand lanterns

Guiding lights above

Oh, the stars were bright

on this winter night

and one hundred thousand memories

filled her heart with endless love

The stars would guide her way

to a man starving for days

She gave her bread away

Four children, barely clad

They looked piteously sad

To give them her last clothes

made her glad

And the stars were bright

She stood there

mild and bare

in the fair

moonlight

And the stars up high

left the winter sky

like one hundred thousand snowflakes

made of glistening gold

Oh, the stars up high

left the winter sky

and one hundred thousand thalers

filled her hands with gleaming gold

She stood there

mild and bare

in the fair moonlight

Stars up high

left the sky

and all is made of gold